Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Poem: Remains

Your face
etched on my memory
brings a mix of elation
and excruciating grief.
It's clear to me
this forgiving heart
will always return
to loving you.
Though your hate
seems unrestrained,
and your love, gone,
- if it ever was at all -
I bear hope
that good will find you.
Amidst this goodbye,
the echoes of what
will always be true
remain.
It hasn't failed.
And I suspect
it never will.

-me

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